Beat that Metaphor

This may not turn into a poem, it mayn’t even turn into song lyrics. It might just be a writing exercise, but I’m gonna beat that metaphor! If you can think of something in this vein that I missed, feel free to add it. I think this sort of reminds me of Short Skirt, Long Jacket by Cake except it is aiming to be a bit more ridiculous.

baby’s got bulletproof sunglasses
hiding laserbeam eyes
she’s got them haymaker hips
and semi-automatic thighs
her tits are like missiles
her lips are defcon three
she’s an arsenal
oh yeah she’s an arsenal

baby’s got razorblade elbows
and bazooka knees
she’s got them howitzer toenails
and she can kill with a sneeze
her hair is like a shotgun
her lips are ninja stars
she’s an arsenal
oh yeah she’s an arsenal

She likes to beat me
beat that metaphor
she likes to beat me
that’s what I am for
She likes to beat me
beat that metaphor
she’s an arsenal
yeah yeah yeah

baby’s got dioxin breath
and anthrax armpits
she’s got them baseball bat fingers
and ugly napalm spit
her teeth are like barbed wire
her lips are some disease
she’s an arsenal
oh yeah she’s an arsenal
oh yeah she’s an arsenal

Comments and conversations on this post

  1. For some reason, I’m hearing The Mars Volta’s song The Widow, when I read that. For some reason it seems to fit.

  2. That’s a pretty good tune. I like Frances the Mute.

  3. Sounds a bit like you’re channeling Liz Phair (again!):

    SUPERNOVA
    I have looked all over the place
    But you have got my favorite face
    Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass
    And your lips are sweet and slippery like a cherub’s bare wet ass

    ‘Cause you’re a human supernova
    A solar superman
    You’re an angel with wings afire
    A flying, giant friction blast

    You walk in clouds of glitter and the sun reflects your eyes
    And everytime the wind blows, I can smell you in the sky
    Your kisses are as wicked as an F-16
    And you fuck like a volcano, and you’re everything to me

    ‘Cause you’re a human supernova
    A solar superman
    You’re an angel with wings afire
    A flying, giant friction blast
    You’re a giant, flying friction blast

    ‘Cause you’re a human supernova
    A solar superman
    You’re an angel with wings afire
    A flying, giant friction blast

  4. that rocks, adam!

    really, i think it could kick ass with a beat. i so have a punk edge in me, and it so wants to be satisfied.

    yeah, i like it. my favorite line is:

    her hair is like a shotgun
    her lips are ninja stars

    nice.